Page 15 of Depraved Favors

His lips trail down, nibbling at my earlobe and then to my neck. I arch into him when he raises up to suck on my nipples, my eyes rolling back as he pulls the entire tip into his mouth. Ever since the first night, Owen has given my breasts the attention they rightfully deserve. I clench around his cock, tightening as he switches to my other tit and drags my taut nipple between his teeth.

I gasp, bucking into him as he thrusts hard. He buries his face into my neck and his hands slide to tangle around me. There’s comfort in the weight of his body as he moves in me, and I try to memorize every part of it.

“Come with me, honey,” he rasps into my ear, grunting with each rock. His lips bite slightly into my neck, and the heat coiled tight in my belly springs free. I moan, calling out his name as his deep grunt echoes around him. My pussy tightens and milks every drop of cum from his throbbing cock.

Owen doesn’t move from on top as our matching pants recede. He rises onto his palms, staring at me as he starts to move inside me again. His cock is only half-hard and pushes our mixed cum, making it leak out all over the bed.

“One more time… just one more time,” he chants as he fucks me again. It only takes a few more strokes before his full thickness is stretching me again. I shut my eyes, as lost in him as he is in me. He’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and I’m not sure if that will help me move on or leave me even more broken hearted.

Owen fucked me on nearly every surface of his apartment the entire week we were there. We took advantage of every opportunity that Brit left to shop by herself, or we made excuses to leave her at the apartment and fuck in the car. Brit eventually stopped asking me about Jacob, and I blocked him after the first day. The tension between the two of us could be felt on both sides, but she tried her hardest to keep it normal. I usually went along with it because the minute she fell asleep, I jumped her dad like a feral beast. It’s truly a wonder she didn’t wake up and find us. It actually hurt to say goodbye at the airport. But I was resigned to move on, and as soon as the wheels touched down, I rushed out of my seat without saying goodbye to Brit, grabbed my bag, and hopped into the first cab I could. It was probably shitty of me, but I didn’t know what to say to my best friend of over a decade who betrayed me worse than I could imagine. Fucking her dad didn’t even feel like revenge because it was one of the most amazing times of my life. Owen revived a part of my soul I didn’t realize was dying.

My parents are having breakfast when I arrive home, and I pause in the archway of the dining room. My father smiles, beckoning me forward to sit next to them.

“Hey. How was the trip?” he asks, sliding a plate of pancakes to me as I take a seat.

My mom watches me, the hint of a smirk forming.

I shrug, grabbing the syrup and pouring a generous amount. “It was alright.”

“And did you take care of Jacob?” she asks.

My father turns to look at her in confusion. “Jacob?”

“Yeah, Dad. He’s cheating on me with Brit.”

His head whips back to me. “With Brit?!”

“He called us and asked if we had spoke to you,” my mom says.

Taking a huge bite, I smile with a closed mouth as I chew.

“My god. You knew about this?” My dad asks her incredulously.

My mom pats his arm. “Yes, dear. Keep up.”

I swallow, then take a sip of my orange juice before clearing my throat. “I slept with Brit’s dad.”

My dad chokes on his bite, while my mom sits back pondering something with a wistful expression on her face before she nods her head. “I do remember Owen being quite a looker.”

“When you say slept?—”

“Did you tell her and Jacob?” My mom asks.

I shake my head. “Nope, I broke up with him beforehand and then ditched her every chance I could to go fuck him.”

“Please. I was enjoying my breakfast,” my father pleads. He pushes his plate away, resting his face into his hands.

My mom hums. “So what are you going to do about Brit and Jacob?”

My stomach hollows in pain, and I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of just want to ignore them to be honest. I don’t want to know why, I don’t want any explanations. Just leave me alone and be together for all I care.”

“There’s no shame in that,” she says, trying to comfort me.

I shrug. “We still have a week before we have to go back, and I pretty much abandoned her at the airport. I doubt she’ll be in a hurry to talk to me.”

My dad clears his throat. “Sweetheart, if you don’t feel you’ll ever need any closure by talking to them, then just block them and move on with your life. No one should tell you otherwise.”

Pushing my plate away, I wipe the tear that has fallen. “I feel like I lost the only friends I ever had, and I don’t want them back, but I feel so alone.”

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